And I'm screaming on the previous page With Our Bones! And I was desperately hoping that I was wrong, but alas, cliches are more abundant than fleas on a tick hound. (Yes that's a cliche, in case no one noticed.)

Seriously, I know it's a comic, but couldn't the level of writing been bumped up a notch to match the artwork?

And @ 4. The reason you didn't need the words is because they were so common your brain was shutting them out.

(And I'm only going to mention passive voice, like a flatus at work, where everyone pretends not to notice, but it still stinks.)

Um. I may be the only one thinking this but, I dont get it. What exactly is going on in the last page that makes being mentally assaulted by an eldritch abomination, a gigantic sentient life form presumably theyve never seen before, seem quaint in comparison? Are those supposed to be smoking ruins in the distance, or something?